Sun Wukong said with a smile: "Master, monks in the world, there are few people like you who are easy to soften." Tang Taizong sent you to the West Heaven to see the Buddha, who told you to give away this dragon horse?"

"Apprentice, they hung me up like this, and if I didn't give money, I was going to beat someone, and I didn't have any money, what should I do?"

"What did you tell them?"

"He beat me in a hurry, and I had no choice but to confess. ”

"Master, what are you offering me to do?"

"I said that there are some entanglements around you, tell them not to beat me first, and give them money when you come, if it is a temporary rescue, don't care. ”

"Good, good, good, thank you for taking care of me, it is precisely because I want you to make such an offering, if you make seventy or eighty times a month, the old grandson's business will be rich. ”

The gang of thieves saw that Sun Wukong was talking as if no one was talking on both sides, and they didn't know if they had discussed whether they had discussed and took the money out, so they were a little impatient to wait.

The leader made a gesture, surrounded them together, and shouted: "Little monk, your master said that you have a coil around your waist, take it out as soon as possible, and spare your life! If you don't say half a word, you will be given your life!"

Sun Wukong laughed, put the burden off his shoulders, put it in his hand, and said, "Chiefs, don't shout. The coils are all wrapped in this burden, and there are not many, only twenty ingots of horseshoe gold, twenty or thirty ingots of flour silver, and I don't remember counting the broken ones. If you want, you can even take the bag, but don't beat my master! The virtuous are the first, the rich are the end, money is something outside the body, and we monks naturally have a place to reincarnate. When I meet an elder monk who is fasting, I also have money and clothes, how much can the monk's family use? Please put down my master, and I will give it to the chief with the baggage. ”

"Hey, hey, the old monk is stingy, but the little monk is generous. The bandit leader smiled triumphantly and commanded, "Put the old monk down!"

The minions had to be ordered to dismiss Tang Seng and let him go. Jin Chanzi got his life, turned over and climbed on horseback, he knew that Sun Wukong had his own way to get out, so he didn't care about him, turned the horse's head, didn't dare to run forward, ran back to the road, and went to join Zhu Bajie and them.

"Wukong, go first for the teacher, you can do it yourself. ”

Looking at it, it means that it doesn't matter if it's dead or alive. , it seems that Jin Chanzi has now let Sun Wukong go.

"Master, you're on the wrong path!" Sun Wukong shouted, carrying his baggage, and chased after the golden cicada.

The leader of the robbers rushed up to stop him, shouting, "Where to run, leave the plate behind, lest you suffer!"

Sun Wukong said with a smile: "It's okay to stay, let's make it clear first, the entanglement will be divided into three parts!"

"This little monk is so cunning, when he sees the master gone, he wants to share some money! Okay, take it out and take a look, if there is more, I will give you a little bit, and take it to buy something to eat behind his back. The bandit leader laughed.

"You're wrong, where do I have any entanglements? When I say divide, I mean that you two robbed other people's gold and silver, and took it out and gave it to me!"

When the bandit leader heard this, he angrily scolded: "This little monk doesn't know whether he is alive or dead! If you refuse to give it to me, you still want me? Don't run! Watch the fight!"

As he spoke, he picked up a pimple rattan stick and rushed up, hitting Sun Wukong's bald head seven or eight times. The robbers are tall, and Sun Wukong is short, so it's easy to fight.

After playing, Sun Wukong didn't even have a mark on his head. was a little surprised, and heard Sun Wukong laughing softly, "Sir, if you fight like this, even if you fight until next summer, it will be useless." ”

"This monk has such a hard head!" exclaimed the bandit leader, turning back to his companion.

Sun Wukong just laughed: "Don't dare! Don't dare!

The bandit leader was a little surprised, and when he heard that Sun Wukong was still making fun of him, he couldn't bear it, and thought: Are the robbers still afraid of walking?

The two men looked at each other, one holding a rattan stick and the other holding a mace, gritting their teeth, and beating them down viciously.

The two robber leaders beat Sun Wukong's bald head for a while, and shouted viciously as they beaten: "Do you want to give it?

Sun Wukong didn't move, and said with a smile: "The two of you are angry, wait for me to take it out!"

The two saw that although his head was hard, he was still soft, so they stopped and watched Sun Wukong take something out.

Sun Wukong held the burden in one hand, reached to his ear with the other hand and touched it, took out an embroidery needle, held it in the palm of his hand, and said with a smile:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am a monk, and I really didn't bring anything with me, but this embroidery needle, and there is some gold on it, if you want it, I will give it to you. ”

The two looked at each other: How much is such a small needle, even if it is plated with some gold, worth?

The two of them looked at each other and exclaimed pity: "Oh! I let a rich fat monk go, but I left this poor bald donkey! If we catch that fat monk, there will still be a horse here, and we can sell it for a few dollars! We are not tailors? What are we doing with needles? Unlucky!"

Sun Wukong heard them say no, put the needle in his hand, shook it, and turned it into a gold-inlaid stick with the thickness of a bowl, turned his hand, stuck the stick on the ground, and said with a smile: "See, there is not only gold on this stick, but also a treasure, which can become bigger and smaller, if you can hold it, take it!"

When the two robber leaders saw that although the little monk was thin, he could change spells, and they were a little scared, and they were unwilling to let go and leave.

As soon as I heard that this embroidery needle was a baby, it could become bigger and smaller, and I was relieved, and said secretly: I didn't grab the silver, but I got a baby, which is also good!

One of them smiled at the corner of his mouth, stepped forward, saw that the gold-inlaid stick was a little big, stood firm first, held the golden hoop stick tightly with both hands, took a deep breath, roared, and lifted it up!

Sun Wukong stepped forward, took it lightly, lifted the golden hoop stick, made a strange python turn over, pointed at the robber and smiled: "You just said that you were unlucky, you met my grandson, it is indeed unlucky!"

The robber couldn't rob, but was scolded, and he was furious in his heart, so he struck first, rushed up, and didn't hit Sun Wukong's head anymore, but beat him indiscriminately.

After fifty or sixty hits, Sun Wukong smiled: "You are also tired of fighting, and let Lao Sun beat a stick to play, don't take it seriously!"

He stretched out the golden rod and shook it, and it became larger, as thick as a well railing, seven or eight feet long, and when he struck the ground with a stick, he knocked a robber to the ground, and like a dog gnawing on, his lips biting the soil, silently, and not moving.

The other saw that he had injured someone, and scolded: "This bald donkey, if you don't give money, you still come to hurt my people!"

Sun Wukong smiled: "Don't worry! Don't worry! Wait for me to fight one by one, so that you will break the roots!"

Another stick was smacked on the ground, and another one was killed. When the minions saw him so violent, they were terrified and fled in all directions.

Jin Chanzi rode back to the east, and met Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha, who stopped the horse and asked, "Where is Master going?" ”

Jin Chanzi reined in his horse and took a breath: "Apprentice, go and tell your senior brother to tell him to show mercy and don't kill those robbers." ”

Zhu Bajie hurriedly replied: "Okay, Master, I'll go and say!"

Zhu Bajie flew up and shouted, "Brother Monkey, Master told you not to hit anyone!"

"Who hit someone?"

"Where are the robbers? Master told me not to kill them!"

"Everything else has run away, only the two leaders are sleeping here!" Sun Wukong pointed.

Zhu Bajie said with a smile: "You two suffered from the plague, did you stay up all night? So hard? I don't go to sleep anywhere else, but I come to sleep here!"

He came closer, took a look, and said, "Why do they sleep like me, with their mouths open and drooling?"

"It's not saliva!" Sun Wukong said, "It was beaten out of tofu by Lao Sun with a stick." ”

"How can there be tofu on people's heads?"

Sun Wukong smiled: "You are really a pig's head, you are out of the brain!"

As soon as Zhu Bajie heard that he had a brain, he was startled, and hurriedly ran back, and said loudly to Tang Seng: "Disperse!"

Tang Seng said: "Good, good, good, which way did they disperse?"

Zhu Bajie said: "If you hit it straight, where will you go?"

"Why did you say that the gang broke up?"

"Two fell to the ground, and the others are gone, isn't it a loose gang?"

"How's that going to take down?"

"Two big holes in the head!"

"Good, good, Amitabha!" Jin Chanzi recited the Buddha and instructed, "Bajie, unwrap the package, take a few pennies and money, where to buy two plasters, and give them two stickers!"

Zhu Bajie said with a smile: "Master, the plaster can only be attached to the wounds and swelling of the living, where can it be applied to the holes of the dead?"

"Killed?"

When the golden cicada heard this, his heart shook, and he became angry, and he kept scolding the monkey and the monkey short. Turning the horse's head, he came to the man who was killed with Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha. The two robbers, one facing the ground and the other on their side, fell to the ground, their heads bleeding and their brains bursting.

Jin Chanzi couldn't bear to look at it, and said to Zhu Bajie: "Quickly use the nail palladium, dig a pit and bury it, and I will read them a scroll of the Sutra of the Inverted Head." ”

Zhu Bajie muttered: "Master, you have called the wrong person! The person killed by the monkey should be asked to be burned and buried, how can you ask the old pig to do earthwork?"

Sun Wukong was scolded by the golden cicada for a while, his heart was on fire, and he turned his anger out on Zhu Bajie, shouting: "Go and bury it!

Zhu Bajie panicked, so he had to mumble and dig a pit. He carried the nail palladium and dug two palladium on the side of the hillside, and dug three feet deep. Underneath was a large boulder, stuck in the palladium teeth. Zhu Bajie was angry, lost his palladium, stretched out his long mouth, and arched down with his mouth, and it was arched two feet five inches deep, and then with his mouth, it was five feet deep.

He kicked and stomped back, dragged the two corpses of the thieves, threw them into the pit, covered them with earth and stones, buried them, and made a grave.

Zhu Bajie walked back and replied with an aggrieved face: "Master, it's buried!"

Jin Chanzi turned his head and shouted, "Wukong, go buy some incense and candles, I want to pray and chant the scriptures." ”

It's just to kill two thieves, what incense do you want to burn, what candles do you want to light?